Boycott the NFL!! Fund Groin Instead.

The NFL is getting annoying this year. Its a good time to tune out to the current trends and kick back, read a classic, and listen to a nice film score. You can support Groin by buying rare film score soundtracks from this Ebay store link:

Jerks like Kapernick (or however you spell it) have been dissing the police, the country, and the 911 victims by disrespectfully kneeling or linking arms during the national anthem in “shows of unity”. I hope Trump banishes Kap to North Korea, and he can take it up there! Does Kap really think he is at risk of a police beating? As he drives around in his Lambo?? The 49ers have been in many wife-beater assaults, DUI’s and more in recent years. They should clean up their own act before they cast stones on the police and the nation ! They should be protesting their own domestic violence assaults. Do you remember the 49er knocking his girlfriend out in the elevator while on camera a year or two ago?? That’s what needs to be protested. Stop beating your women NFL. If you want to hit a woman, then find a bondage chick who is into that at least.

These modern leftist NFLers are prima-donna traitor types.  And though I am a long-time Chicago Bears and Raiders fan I will be permanently boycotting the NFL until the league punishes these commie traitor spoiled brats and restores decency to that sport.
I met former Raiders great Lester Hayes at Walmart this weekend. He was raising money for a childrens hospital. I still respect the old time greats of the NFL. But to hell with this new generation of scum. To hell with them! Join the boycott!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There are plenty of other sports to watch. Am through with the NFL for now. –Steve


Lights Out Sucks

fist-ps2-dawning-vid-019 art by Saint Reggie

There have been some good horror films this year, such as “Don’t Breathe.” On the other hand, there are the bad ones like “Lights Out.” “Lights Out” received some good reviews when it opened earlier this summer. The mind boggles as to why after seeing the film. If nothing else, the film proves that total darkness is not automatically scary. While films like “We Are Still Here” find ways to make a spirit in the dark scary, all “Lights Out” can give us is pointless jump scares and an extremely low body count. Another bad thing about the film is the idea that a mentally ill person could be a conduit for malevolent spirits. This is insulting to the many people suffering from mental illness, who need love and friendship, not fear. The idea that darkness equals death is likewise ridiculous. Most of us sleep in darkness and do just fine.

Audiences need to stop supporting horror films that aren’t scary. The success of “Don’t Breathe” shows that there is a real demand for a good horror film that works. But “Lights Out” should’ve gone straight to video. It resembles an even worse film from May, “The Darkness,” a really bad flick in which <SPOILER!> no one dies and an autistic boy is a conduit for demons.

“Don’t Breathe” works much better because it has a simple plot with real terror that is well executed. When the lights out, we fear for the characters because suspense has been established and the director has played fair with the audience. A smart, deranged blind man makes for a great villain,Similarly, “We Are Still Here,” a limited release horror film from last year, works because the spirits are unpredictable and have far-reaching powers. “The Shallows” uses a gigantic shark. By giving the audience a truly menacing antagonist, these films work.

Message to Hollywood: stop with the clichés and pay attention to what works. Stop using mentally ill people as conduits of demons and give us something scary and involving. And remember: darkness itself isn’t scary. Likable people in realistic jeopardy is. “Lights Out” indeed! -CoolAC

Bad Trends


Racist robot beauty contest judges. Prefers whites and Asians. As if we don’t have enough problems with race issues in society already these days:

Taking your sexdoll to ground Zero is too disrespectful:

Eugenics through extreme natural selection, as women freeze their eggs while awaiting the ‘perfect male’:

More signs of a blue -collar trend in fashion towards strictly grunt threads. Ironically, I do not think this is positive. I think its a result of our current economic stagnation that excessively plain working class fashion is in (like in Hunger Games or 1984):


Carrying cell phones in pocket causes sperms to die:

Scientists have named a parasite after the current president:

World’s ugliest sexdoll:


Clumsy bots are bumping into people at conventions. Meanwhile robot fashions are in on the catwalk at high-end fashion shows:


Orgasm injections for women don’t sound very legit:

This new game coming out for the new Sony virtual reality headset coming out next month would be better if you could flirt with real women virtually (like at a virtual bar) rather than flirting with a computer simulation:



Anal Sex Advice (Continued)



How to Have Anal Sex by Nymphenomenal

This continues my previous post, “On Anal,” which covered: Considerations | Prep days before | Ready to start when | General arousal and vagina first | Anal tease | Use plenty of lube

Anal entry by fingering:

Anal sex should start slow and small. Slowly insert a lubed pinky finger into her anus. (Make sure his nails are short and smooth so they don’t scratch her inside.) If she can’t tolerate a finger in her ass, she won’t like anal sex. If she’s ready for more, you can work your way up with anal sex toys like butt plugs to gradually stretch open her anus. It may be uncomfortable at first, but it shouldn’t hurt. Stop if it ever starts to hurt! If she starts to bleed rectally, stop and wait until it fully heals before trying anal sex again. Done correctly, she may feel sore but she shouldn’t bleed. However, slight bleeding and spotting is very common, and usually clears up within a week. If it doesn’t heal in a week, or it hurts a lot, go see a doctor right away.

Anal sex positions for penile insertion:

If neither sex partner has tried anal before, the woman should start on top. If she has had anal sex before, you should start with her preferred sex position for anal entry. If he has had anal sex before, but she hasn’t, and she trusts and prefers him to lead, then he can start on top. Being on top gives her more control, though being on the bottom may make it easier for her to relax her anus. Try these four positions to get started on anal sex:

With her on top, try (1) the cowgirl position, so she can ease herself down onto his penis and go at her own pace. When she’s ready, he may flip her over to a better position for him to thrust or do what he wants.

With him on top, try these positions, from least to most uncomfortable for her: (2) lying face-down flat on her stomach (with her butt up), then (3) doggie-style position (with her butt out at him), and then (4) missionary position (with her lying face-up on her back, with her legs tucked up to expose her butt).

Anal technique, pumping, and sensation:

GO SLOW! Even if she’s aroused, relaxed, and lubed up, she may still feel a lot of discomfort, so he should be patient and go slow for her. Her anus may be very slippery and feel very good so tight (especially compared to the vagina), but he should control himself to enter gradually and carefully, especially if it’s her first time ever trying anal sex, as accidentally slipping in can be traumatic for her.

Insertion of the whole tip of his penis may be the most uncomfortable for her, as it stretches open her anal sphincter up to the size of his shaft. Slowly dip his penis in and out of her, starting with shallow thrusts and slowly pumping in his penis a little deeper every time. Whenever his penis slips out of her anus, be careful to reinsert it without touching her vagina, to avoid introducing fecal germs into the vagina, and to avoid spreading fecal matter that could stain your bed sheets. His angle of insertion can also hurt her if the angle is too sharp. She might feel slightly sore from anal stretching at first. As his penis goes deeper into her anal canal toward her rectum, she may feel like she’s pooping, though she isn’t pooping. If she enjoys taking a good dump, she may find this sensation very pleasurable. After a few minutes, her anus should feel adjusted and relaxed, and then she may find it comparable to vaginal sex but in an adjacent bodily cavity. It’s a thin wall between the anal canal and the vaginal canal, so your dick could be indirectly stimulating her g-spot on her front vaginal wall. Some women can even orgasm through anal penetration, especially with simultaneous stimulation (of her clitoris, vagina, mouth, and skin/whole body). Note that men who are anally penetrated can have their prostate stimulated and massaged, which is not only pleasurable but also healthy, as it deters prostate cancer. Best of all, the man penetrating can cum in her anus without the risk of pregnancy (though anal sex still risks transmitting STDs, plus anal warts and anal cancer, plus fecal infection, so condoms are still highly recommended).


After he cums and finishes in her anus, his penis (or his condom sheath) will be covered in fecal germs (invisible) and also possibly some poop (visible). This is harmless as long as: the used condom is thrown away, and his anally inserted penis is immediately washed off with warm water and soap (and NOT reintroduced into a vagina!). Remember to never reinsert anal probes back into a vagina without first cleaning up and at least putting on a new condom!

After sex, she should cup under her genitals on her way to the restroom, in case his cum drips back out of her. Like for vaginal sex, she should immediately pee to avoid UTIs. She should queef any air pumped into her vagina and/or anus, try to drip out his cum, and possibly even poop. Remember to only ever wipe front to back (never back to front), due to fecal germs! Even better if she can also wash the area with warm water and soap or take a shower.

Note that she may feel a bit sore, and even bleed or spot a bit, which are normal, shouldn’t hurt, and should go away within a week. However, if you: have heavy bleeding, are hurting, feel like you have a tear or cut, feel itchy, or have sores, lumps, or unusual discharge, see a doctor as soon as possible, in case you need to clear up an infection. Make sure the issue is gone, she’s not spotting, and everything is back to normal before you resume having anal sex.

Keep in mind that anal sex may be uncomfortable but should never hurt! A woman may not enjoy it her first time or two, as her anus may need to be stretched out (like a virgin’s hymen may need to be torn from the first few times she’s been vaginally penetrated). But, if after a few tries, a woman still finds no pleasure in being rimmed, fingered in the anus, or having anal sex with you, then anal sex probably isn’t her thing. Then you should stop suggesting it, but give her plenty of credit for having given it a shot and trying something new to spice up your sex lives. Here’s hoping you both discover the joys of anal sex! –Nymphenomenal


Experts Wrong About Sexbot Supremacy

Here is an expert who says sexbots will be supreme to humans sexually:

My take is that that would be an incorrect assumption. It is true that robots have beaten humans in many intellectual endeavors such as chess. And depending if you count machines as robots, then there are many physical tasks which they better humans at. But when you are talking about sex you are talking about a sensual (touch) and mental connection as well. Sensitivity, intuition, even impulsiveness are all facets in which a human will excel beyond the capability of any machine.

How about the classic example of angry sex, revenge sex, make-up sex etc. ?? Women dig that stuff and no bot will provide that catharsis. A robot will obviously be a good sub for bdsm, since its presumably built to obey orders. But people will not get the same thrill out of whipping or paddling a sexbot as they would out a a fine -ass momma human woman. Also lets take a look at other things that were computerized, like EDM (techno). Despite its popularity, techno has caused music to lose its human touch. Which is ironic since the song lyrics tend to be somewhat emotional and “E”-inspired. Or take a look at fake limbs ( like a pump up dick surgery so one’s cock stays hard all the time). I don’t believe the average woman wants that. And while I do recognize that a legit. counterargument can be made for instance the Aussie gold medal winning runner who had robotic legs- its the human element which is attached to the robotic part which provides the emotional drive which makes the physical feat at hand possible.

There are other obvious advantages a sexbot has over a human sexually – in terms of endurance, thrust strength , not getting sore, and more. The idea they would be more hygienic in terms of them staying free of stds would depend whether they are cleaned/shared and remains uncertain in its implications. A sexbot will not be able to provide the same level of mental emotion , sensuality, kinesiology, nor the same level of satisfaction from having connected with that a human will have. I also fear that they could break down and parts could be expensive. And I could see them getting computer viruses and going haywire, or having the government use sexbots to spy on people (along the lines of what Snowden talks about). The average sexbot may offer advantages over the average human. But the truth is that you can’t keep a good man down.

Steve C.

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Viva Joe Bob Briggs!


For those of you who are wondering what happened to Joe Bob Briggs, drive-in critic, author and satirist from The Movie Channel in the 80’s and 90’s, keep reading.

Joe Bob Briggs, also known as John Bloom, is a comedian, writer and former host of “Joe Bob Briggs Drive in Theatre” who earned praise and controversy for writing and talking about exploitation films in reverent tones. He called films like “Out of Africa” and “Witness” as “indoor bullstuff” and wondered why the real “best films of the year” like “A Nightmare on Elm Street” and “Make Them Die Slowly” did not receive recognition. In response, he created the Drive-in Academy Awards and the song “We Are The Weird,” with such luminaries as Leatherface singing about their plight.

I loved Joe Bob with his redneck humor and political incorrectness, He rated films according to such categories as blood, breasts, beasts and the “vomit meter.” He rated his films from one to four stars but only “Halloween 3” got one star because it failed to bring back Donald Pleasance, the Shape, and Jamie Lee Curtis. If Joe Bob Briggs liked a movie, though. you could be sure it was entertaining and outrageous. Check out his book “Joe Bob Goes Back to the Drive-In” for his reprints of his columns and film criticism.

I wasn’t the only person who liked Joe Bob Briggs; he was cast in the films “Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2,” “The Stand,” and “Casino..”

I lost track of Joe Bob in the 2000’s; I couldn’t find him on the web very easily. But recently, he seems to be surging.

First of all, he is writing extraordinarily interesting columns for Taki’s Magazine, an online publication that I subscribe to for free. He writes articles about such topics as “Donald Trump, You Ignorant Slut.” “Why the New York Times Will Endorse Donald Trump,”, and Olympic coverage that neglects fascinating people like Kimberly Rhode, who has won medals in six Olympics in categories like skeet shooting but received no coverage because she in pro-NRA. Secondly, he is appearing as John Bloom on September 8 at 7 am at Books Inc. (301 Castro Street by the Caltrain Station) in Mountain View promoting his new fact-based book “Eccentric Orbits,” about a “darkly weird” (his words) NASA project, and he wants all his fans to be there so he can talk to “regular people.” So all Joe Bob Briggs fans like me should be sure not to miss this exciting free event! He is only selling John Bloom books there but if you bring your Joe Bob Briggs material there he will sign it. Don’t miss it! :


Why Right Wingers Have Better Sex Lives

A recent article cites a primarily European poll that found right wingers are more sexually satisfied than leftists. Right wingers are better grounded spiritually, because they have  a system of thought which is time tested. Even a sexually confused right winger like Bruce Jenner is better grounded than a leftist, since leftists hold ideals which have proven to fail and not hold up against reality. Whether its communism ( USSR) socialism ( Venezuela / Nazi Germany etc) , matriarchy (Jamaica), racial warfare (South Africa) – none of their thoughts really work well when put into action. Their ideas fall into the realm of fantasy. Whether its at work, or in the bedroom, we know sex is about passion, trial and error and hard work. Not about manipulation, cockamamie theories, and shortcuts to  success.

The truth is that right wingers are better at turning their fantasies into realities, and this includes sexually. We don’t do apologies- we only know DOING and WINNING. Right wingers focus on what is really doable and what will work. And they are content with that. Whether they choose the religious conservative route or the wild party conservative route ( like Fox news anchors do when they are not on camera) the truth is that a right winger like me is going to fuck a given woman better than some left winger. This is because a right winger has his mind set and will dominate sexually. Modern left wing males are dilly dalliers who need to be told what to do and could only serve properly as a sub. A sub wont truly ever be happy unless they can at least have control once in a while. Sex is a battle of the sexes for many people. Couples not only fight for control of dominance of their relationships. Many even fight for how they will do it in the bedroom in a way too, if you think about it, since men tend to get off faster. Once you are a master sex Jedi, then that is not an issue anymore and you take further control.

One need not look any further than the downfall of Playboy magazine (since it was taken over by leftists and almost all the nudity has been cut) to realize that leftists take all the fun out of sexuality when they have control. I would point out that without fairly conservative social rules that there is nothing to rebel against, and therefor nothing is taboo. Another obvious but overlooked point is that when nothing is taboo anymore (the way the leftists like it) – then that also serves to take some of the excitement away from sexual fantasies. In other words, some conservative norms are actually necessary in order to leave some options open for being naughty. Rules were meant to be broken, in many regards. – Col. Wilhelm Bartholomew III



Rise of the Sexbots (Continued)


Scene 3 
Rise of the Sexbots 
Incel: Any technology, equipment or tactic promulgated by 
Meg aka Shit aka Tums: A drug dealt illegally by W.O.P. rumored to contain ground 
cactus sap or variously pulverized mushrooms (effects: euphoria, loosening of 
inhibitions, and gregariousness) 
Ina custodial supply closet the two Will of the People bikers (TALKATIVE BIKER and 
KANGAZOO and a female, TRISH). 
KANGAZOO: What are your names? 
TRISH conducts No God Only Pain to perform one bar of a song each time the 
BIKERS don’t answer one of the SKATERS’ questions. The music has the effect of 
making the BIKERS writhe in pain. 
KANGAZOO: Where are’s sex servers? 
Eventually ESKIMOSA volleys “You happen to have all the wrong plans.” 
Kangazoo expresses skepticism and No God Only Pain tortures the. 
ESKIMOSA explains that the sexbots aren’t what the SKATERS aren’t what they 
think they are. The sexbots don’t work for the Will of the People, but since W.O.P. 
work closer geographically to their kennels the BIKERS physically see it. 
FUDGE-A promises to show the SKATERS the kennels and promise the bikers Meg if 
the SKATERS will let them go. 
KANGAZOO: Why should we believe you’ll make good on your bargain? Why would 
you want us to know when we have the upper hand? 
FUDGE-A: We like your tetras and would like to continue doing business with people 
like her. 
TRISH protests. 
TRISH: He’s lying. 
She waves her hands and No God Only Pain performs one bar of their song. The 
BIKERS are immensely distressed by the music that goes against their 
GOOGAMOOGA: Clearly you’re in no position to bargain. 
ESKIMOSA: But we like you. Unlike us, you’re not tainted by Echelon’s Incel. So 
you’re the people’s real salvation. 
GOOGAMOOGA: No dice. You’re talking out of your ears. 
FUDGE-A: But we’ll give you Meg right now. 
Leaving FUDGE-A and ESKIMOSA’S hand tied but walking the BIKERS to their stash 
in a NO-MAN’s LAND littered with skeletons and pieces of factory equipment, 
FUDGE-A starts a monologue. 
When the sexually-transmitted virus was 
invented in 2049 the existing media 
promoted the emerging sexbot 
technology as the only way of avoiding 
its reproduction. 
The now-historic tetra currency 
accepted by all of Echelon’s citizens were 
researched and developed to render the 
past oligarchy irrelevant because the 
only money that was accepted by the 
sexbots were what I hold here in my 
The chief driving force of the labor 
A professor (white lab coat, pointer, out 
of fashion hair style) delivers a lecture 
writing out an equation on a chalkboard 
and pointing to it with a stick. 
“3x + y always gives a range 
that can be plotted graphically. Letting x 
stand for the economy and 3 stand for 
the utility of the sexual experience. The 
other variable represents the tokens and 
bids for male stimulation.” 
“This equation rapidly degrades as 
abstract evidence when figuring the 
female demand because it is elas 
camps and consequently the persuasion 
and conditioning of the masses is built 
on faulty premises. Our reptilian 
overlords have an overriding interest in 
portraying this reality at all costs. 
GOOGAMOOGA: EegadsWe’ve been cheated since birth.Do you mean we could do 
the nasty with flesh and blood women at any time? 
FUDGE-A: I do. And look at me. 

The Cure by @Hartator


The Cure

It was time.

Actually, it wasn’t. But, Ella Rudson believed she deserved to treat herself. It would be the third time she undertook the procedure. Her body age was only forty-two years old. She was still considered biologically young for the procedure. However, it would feel so great to be eighteen again.

Matthew Brooks tried to dissuade her. He liked her the way she was. He had gone through the procedure only once. Matthew was seventy-three years younger than she was in actual age. They had been seeing each other for just a couple of months. He couldn’t possibly know what’s best for her or for them.

It was frowned upon to undergo the procedure before fifty. Nevertheless, Ella outperformed at her work at the Organization every single year in the past five years and got a special permission from the Organization. Her job at the Veracity organ was important. Computers were constantly monitoring the individual spheres, the global sphere and everything in between. They were looking for discrepancies. Ella’s task was to restructure the data to eliminate these discrepancies. It was helping getting everyone on the same page. It was mostly small things. It was for the good of the Organization and it was for the good of the people. She was making a better world.

The procedure was invented by John O’Connor a while ago. He funded the O’Connor Institute and, first, he invented a technology to slow down aging dramatically. He quickly acquired fortune and fame. Later, he found a revolutionary way to transfer human minds from old bodies to younger ones. The whole mind was shifted, from the global neuron charges to the quantum states of every particles. He then got greedy. He refused to share the procedure with the people. He refused to share the procedure with anyone. Fortunately, the Organization elders stepped in. They took over the O’Connor Institute by force. John O’Connor disappeared. The Organization elders then decided to sacrifice themselves. They vowed to never used the new procedure on themselves. Instead, they promised to ensure the people will be the ones benefiting from it.

At first, everyone had access to the procedure. Unfortunately, people started abusing it. The new bodies were unanimated dolls with a blank state. It required time, energy and man power to grow them. The Organization couldn’t bare the costs. The elders decided to divide the people into two groups. The first group would be living in the upper city. People of this group were selected by the Organization according to their estimated worth. They will be the ones working for the Organization. In exchange, they will have access to the procedure. Ella was proud to be part of this group. The second group would be living in the lower city. These are people that the Organization can’t used and didn’t need. They will be provided generously with everything for the rest of their life and they won’t have to work a single day. However, they won’t have access to the procedure. It was a fair system.

A calm tone accompanied with a dim blue light stopped her thoughts. She had arrived at the O’Connor Institute. She stepped lightly out of the bus and paused for a moment. She then felt the bus going away by itself, silently floating a few inches away from the ground. She entered the building with a smile at the corner of her lips.

Everything was exactly like she remembered. The ceilings were high and it looked more like a train station hall than the entrance of a building. The comically enormous bust of John O’Connor that was welcoming visitors before has been replaced years ago. Now, stood a globe made of pure gold and, on it, one could see hundreds of inch-tall figurines representing our people. The front desk receptionist looked twenty year younger. She must have gone through the procedure relatively recently. She did looked stunning. She greeted Ella with a warm “Miss Rudson, we were waiting for you.” and pointed to the elevator.

The elevator knew where she was going. It stopped on the seventh floor. A round pale purple light was waiting for her in the air. It guided Ella to her room. Three men were waiting for her. One recognized her. He said with a smile “Welcome back, Ella. So, what do you think?“. Inside a transparent tube, her new body was here, floating in a heavy brown placenta. New bodies didn’t have to be perfect clones. Slight variations in genetic code were allowed. She had ordered some minor improvements including this turned-up shape nose. She had always wished to have one. The results were beyond expectations. After thoughts, she should have also asked for a bit more prominent cheekbones. Maybe next time.

She nodded with a small smile. The men went back to their stations. They were getting ready for the transfer. She stripped from her clothes. She then stood still, her back against the padded wall used for transfers. She was just five feet away to her new body. She had a last look to it with a bigger smile. She nodded again to the operator and faced straight. He typed a few commands. A large white plastic sheet moved towards her. It covered her entire body and warped it tightly to the wall. She couldn’t move. It was mildly uncomfortable, but she knew it was only for a few seconds. Like the last time, she felt life fading away. Her closed eyes saw the familiar white light.

The smell was first to kick in. It wasn’t the usual smell of placenta being removed. Instead, it was a disgusting rancid odor. A mix between decay and spoiled meat. It didn’t felt she was in a new body. She tried to open her eyes, but couldn’t see anything. The place was perfectly dark. She could barely breath. She felt stuck. She was surrounded on all sides by some sort of flabby bodies. Her whole skin was covered by a granular viscous oil. She was still naked.

Ella slowly managed to climb up. She extracted herself from this putrid mix and felt on the side. She caught her breath for a few minutes. Her eyes began to acclimate to the bright light. She realized she just came out of a dumpster. She looked inside. She saw horrified a stack of maybe thirty naked human corpses. It looked like the bodies people were switching from when they were going through the procedure. Until now, Ella thought the Institute was incinerating these bodies. She couldn’t believe they were doing it this way. She felt like throwing up. She had a massive headache. It wasn’t unlike the ones she was getting after trying new drugs at the club. She looked around. She was probably somewhere in the lower city. It looked like a back alley of what must be a bar. They were a few passerby. Some looked at her with some interest, but oddly without surprise.

She just wanted to go home.

reprinted with permission by @hartator